He loves it. I don’t know how he knows its for him, but he just does.
He is such a diva.
I can’t explain what I’m doing. I have so many other skills. I have so many other things I need to be doing. All I am able to do is write software instrument, electronic songs about my cats.
The last time I got really depressed, I made weird little leather harnesses for my tubas. This is a much better coping mechanism, IMO.
Don’ juj’ me’